Shelley, the wry churchwarden of
St. Mary's , is pretty sure that only in Rye would a sitting mayor have been allowed to put his little dog into a church's stained glass window--front and center, no less! Of course, we're talking about E.F. Benson, author of Prodigal favorite, Mapp and Lucia, who, when he was mayor of Rye, had his black dog Taffy immortalized in the newly redesigned West Window. The chap in red in the bottom right corner represents the author in his mayoral robes, perhaps begging forgiveness for his irreverence.
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And what's wrong with that? ;)
I agree with smitten: what's wrong with that?
Lovely! This is just the sort of eccentricity that redeems the British for the rigidity that one encounters. Though it must be said, the rigidity occurs less and less--but then so does these little bursts of eccentricity. Shame really.
Smitten & Tiffin: Nothing at all, nothing at all. Amusing though. And, even in England, quite surprising. We had to see it for ourselves.
M--What do you mean, rigidity? Just kidding--though I try to do my part to keep up those little bursts of eccentricity! Unfortunately, Prodigal Wife likes to remind me that you can only be eccentric if you're rich, otherwise you're just weird. So there you are.
Ha! Love the Prodigal Wife's thoughts on eccentricity.
I loved Rye! Didn't Paul McCartney live in Rye?
Thanks for visiting my blog if I ever get my hard drive data back I'll send you a few pix of the homeland.
That is a very pretty picture. Did you take that picture yourself.
2-2-2: think McCartney does live near Rye, though not really sure. He had a kid in NY, doesn't he? Good luck with your data...will look for photo!
SW: thanks, St. Mary's actually sent us the photo to use, since we actually only the window from the outside!
That's a great photo. Stained glass windows are such tricky things to get good photgraphs of.
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